The doorknob rattles
The door squeaks as it slowly opens
I feel the presence of the eyes gleaming on me
My heart pounds so loud
Can the eye's master hear me?
Could it be a robber?
Kidnapper?
Indian?
Lion?
Snake?
Who could it be?
I can't bare it any longer!
I slowly open my eye
Oh! It's just my mom checking on me.
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Haha! thats kinda funny...i liked it...it has alot of tention (<-sorry...im a HORRIBLE speller) its like that 'good book' you wana hurry up and skip to the end so you can find out what happens...but then you wana keep reading where you left off cos you wana know what happens before that...like i said...i liked it...great poem...read mine sometime
haha! Superb anti-climax. Great technique for somebody so young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Entertaining poem of the mind's tendency to worry.